As Robert Bloch potentially intimated in his ironic story? Or as Harlan Ellison suggested more poignantly in "Strange Wine"? Or as Robert Sheckley warned in his "Store of the Worlds"? Is this really "it"?
Either you've never read these stories, or you're even worse off than I am. The start of "Stardust Memories" is closer to the point, except of course Woody is on the wrong train...